Amongst The Ocean Of Stars

50000 years, Because of You.

As one of the few survivors of the Past-Era, MEGUMI admits he has nothing much going for him at this point, with everyone dead and all. Yet, he still continues to carry on despite being stranded on a deserted planet that somehow brought itself back to life. He dubbed the planet, 'Vita' if nothing else. It was his temporary home until he found a way to go back.

He's tired. Worn out. Nothing more but a shadow of his former self.

Even she wouldn't be able to recognize him now.

50,000 years passed ever since then; MEGUMI didn't bother to care. Who even keeps track of time when he's as old as dirt itself? His body was running on auto-pilot after forming a schedule and habits, never bothering to think until the situation called for it.

Admittedly, he became more cynical as centuries passed by quickly. It didn't help that he spent those 50,000 years beating himself up by training almost religiously and even then, he still wasn't close enough to reach Kevin's levels of power.

Well, at the very least, he was capable of rivaling Kalpas by now and that was no easy feat. His adopted brother, volatile as he is, was a force to be reckoned with.

He missed his cooking.

Gripping Kanshou, the Yang sword of the married blades, a variant of the 10th Divine Key, he stared dejectedly at it. His expression morphed into one of pure hatred, as he recalled his last stand against 'The End.'

All of it was for nothing. Their home. Their efforts...

Elysia...

MEGUMI sighed...

"What the hell am I supposed to do now...?" MEGUMI uttered with a sense of desolation. There was no meaning to his existence now. Enough time has passed to make him forget what being human is.

Well, at least, he still has this planet... That has to count for something, right?

He swung Kanshou repeatedly again, going through multiple forms. He almost felt like the idiot that he was back then in his school years. He participated in a Kendo club and was asked to spar against Kevin even though he wasn't part of the club. He decimated him, the bastard swung his Shinai like a bat and yet he still lost against the idiot.

He missed him.

Now that he thinked about it, they never had the Basketball rematch they were hoping for.

He materialized Bakuya almost instantaneously and threw the married blades to an archery target he set up previously from what little materials he could gather.

The married blades sought each other, their paths curving in a dance akin to magnetism, Bakuya hits bullseye with a satisfying thud that reached MEGUMI's ears, while Kanshou swerved around the archery target, denying the target's 'movement' as if it were a living thing.

MEGUMI moved with lightning speed, catching Kanshou mid-flight and sliced the target into half before grabbing Bakuya and cleaving it into non-existence.

Having done their jobs, he dematerialized the blades.

This is what he has been doing for the past 50,000 years. Continuously training in order to get his mind off the destruction of his world.

He grabbed the Hell's flower, a memento from *her* all those years ago when everything was still relatively manageable and stabbed the planet below him.

A 'tree' sprouted a few meters from where the Abyss Flower had been plunged. It grew rapidly in mere moments. The tree bore naught but a single fruit, one that is unique to this planet itself. As of the moment, he didn't have the mental faculties to name it.